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[jumpthegun]

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[coyoteking]

[Wow, did Watson just sass at him? He's pretty sure Watson just sassed at him. It's not a side of the doctor he's seen before, but he's alright with it.]

Well, okay. I mean, finding a comfortable place here is like finding buried treasure, but next time I'm near a bed- [that's not in a hospital-] maybe I'll give it a shot. Thanks, I guess.

[jumpthegun]

No problem. I'm absolute rubbish at meditating, but it's meant to work for other people.

[coyoteking]

[Charles snorts.]

What makes you the exception? Find a comfy place and get breathing, Doc.

[jumpthegun]

Haven't you heard? Doctors are the absolute worst patients.

[coyoteking]

Yeah, I'll believe it.

[Although he's pretty sure Watson has some stiff competition in the form of himself.]

[jumpthegun]

Glad we've got that settled. You all right otherwise, Charles? Well, all right as this place lets anyone be.

[coyoteking]

Yeah, I'm alright, all things considered.

[He pauses for a second, considering whether or not to say something.]

If I need anything, I'll let you know. [As far as doctors go, Watson's not so bad.] You do the same, yeah?

[jumpthegun]

[That's probably not going to happen from his end now he knows you've read his casebook, Charles, but he appreciates the sentiment.]

Sure. Cheers, mate! Say hi to Charlie from me whenever you speak to him.

[coyoteking]

Will do. See you around!